Hello Dulce, birthday girl! I hope that it's been a good one! Now then...Sylvia? "Who is Sylvia, what is she, that all our swains commend her?" Shakespeare aside, my name is Shay, but you probably didn't know that. I think the picture credit (Sylvie) threw you off. ;-)

You never really know until you give yourself completely if you will discover true love. It's part of the deal, and even if it doesn't end well, you're left with the memories, bittersweet, beautiful memories.

I love these words "the heavy and imossible guest regret"...I think regret and guilt are waste of emotion, they're pointless.But I've never come across a better description- reminds me of Runi's poetry.Congrats on your Roasting, that's how I got here.

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“I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” ― Jack London, The Turtles of Tasman

"The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldly enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't love enough. Nothing else really counts at all." — Ted Hughes

Poetry made from...

...trinkets, mojo, and double mocha latte!

Welcome to the Word Garden

The Word Garden consists of original poems written by me, Shay a.k.a. Fireblossom. Please stop a while and enjoy them. But don't pick the blooms that you find here, they must not be planted elsewhere without permission of the author.